The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-08-19
i GHOST STORY.

the adjoining conties"l was over.
The judge had invited the bar to take
supper with him at his fine old resi-
dence, about FIVE miles rom the court.
house village. And a fne supper it
was, too; hot POLLS, W%affies, Sally
Lunn, broiled chicken, nutty old ham
tomato salad ana no end of other
toothsome dainties.
"That looks like GHOST remark.
ed Coleman Chisholm Nay,
"What? Where?" asked Mr.. Bill
lups, with a slight start.
Mr.. Billups was a gentleman OF the
neighborhood, who had supped with
the lawyers, though not one Of them.
He was a rosy, plump, amiable little
man, whose cheeks reminded one of
those OF a ground squirrel when filed
with acorns. He had, too, a way of
turning quickly upon you bis brisk,
bright. swapping little brown eyes. 1
cannot think OF any other POPULARITY
worth mentioning about him save his
persistent and scornful disbelief in
ghosts.
"What? Where?" he snapped,
turning to the counsellor.
'"That little cedar down at the int
OF the lawn; wait for another fash"
"Oh!" said Mr.. Billups, setting
himself back in his chair.
With that the company fell to tell.
ing ghost stories, Mr.. Billups protest.
ing; for, he urged, that by such mar.
ratives we help to rivet the chains d
superstition.
"Why, what's the harm?" asked
one OF the young ladies. "Who be
lieves in such things? Surely no on
except" and she nodded in tn
direction OF the buffers pantry.
II dol" sounded solemn and SCI
ulchralthe voice of Coleman Chishol
May, close by the ear OF Billups q
sceptical and the s~cornful.
1.-THE duce you do?-I beg your pa
don, ladies'" exclaimed Mr.. Billur
briskly switching himself and his cha
a foot farther from the man wi
could believe in such nonsense.
"Yes," replied Mr.. May, slowl
slime was when / was a doubter Iii
yourself. Ihave been convinced"
"You have seen one, I suppose; al
it looked like a cedar bush by she
lightningl"
mo-" rumbled the advocate fro
the bottom of his deep chest, 81 ha'
not seen; ! have head merely. Hear
the f~ootstep, not seen the face!"
The rosy-cheeked disbeliever In q
partitions switched his chair tire
inches nearer the Judge; but the ladit
drew theirs closer to Mr.. May; and
delicious shiver chillingitheir bloor
Begged him to tell them all about tn
mysterious and invisible ghost.
'Iil bet fifty dollars it was a rat,
exclaimed Billups defiantly.
WYATT till the evidence is in" r
joined the sententious counsellor.
The sky was black, but each fash
lightning revealed a vivid picture. III
Araight.cut features OF Coleman Chi
holm May in their stolid calm; I'll
pale face of the cluster of ladies VIII
leant forward with parted lips, breath
ing short, ready to scream should
mouse but squeak; and for bacl
ground, the bench and bar, half a do.
On strong, and Billups the scoffer.
"Once upon a time, : began Mr.. MAY
81 spent a month or SO with SON
friends in the county Oh The gen
tleman of the house-a bachelor an
sheriff of the county had his roomi
an old wing of the residence, while hi
mother and sisters occupied the mai
building. For the first week Of M
visit he was absent. / slept
one of two beds which stoo
in the sherifs chamber. This was o
the ground floor, and next it, the las
room of the wing, was the kitchen.
long covered way or hall connected th
kitchen with the dining room in th
main building, SO that, any one goin
rom the Kitchen TO the front of th
house passed by my room; but in OF
der to reach my door, one had to tur
INTO q second and shorter hall leadin
put OF the other. In other words,
passing from the door Of the kitche
10 the door of the room occupied b
traced the course 81 the letttte
Ladies, do you follow me?"
eyes" they shivered in chill chorus
saThe house was closed early. no SCI
remaining within it. Well, on
niRht-it was as dark as Erebus an
as still as death"
n5o-oo-oon shigesed the lgdie.
9PoohID sneered Billups.
II was reading Poe's Raven in bed
Once apon a midnight dreary,' 70
know-aad just SIS tie clock began +
sound sorth 12ding! dingI ding
heard the tramp OF heavy footsteps.
@Heavyfootetepsl H'm?" squeake
BilIups the bold, in rather q shak
treble.
Just then a sudden fash dispense
the pitchy darkness OF theporch, an
some Of the audience, though hal
Blinded, thought they detected on tn
fare nfRhn afnlf6 ofnpv.&allor @ha -